That's far enough.

Okay, not posting about it does not help at all. I really, really tried forgetting about it, but it's impossible. I saw him at dad's funeral, at school, at the street,  looking at my window, you name it. Fuck, i don't know what to do anymore. I had a life, i can't just run.

I mean, as far as i know, there are no brazilian runners or runners on brazil. And i doubt there's a way for me to get the fuck out of here. I just don't know what to do. I have "(X)'s" all over my room and in my coat, it worked on the begining, but it's not working anymore. I think i will just stay here until it's impossible. I live with my step-mother (my mother lives in other city) and she's a bitch, to give you the truth, i don't give a dear fuck if she die, friends.

I think i will PM anyone who is alive and in deep shit, see how can they help me.

But first, The Strokes.